[Her beach? —did he mean Dorado? And what is this time-ripple story he's talking about?
Sombra's nose crinkles in thought, arms folding tightly across her chest (SMG tucked in against her arm, giving him a small amount of breathing room). She's part of Los Muertos, but her eyes have always been trained on the bigger picture; the offer of more information, no matter how bizarre, isn't one she intends to pass up.]
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Sombra's nose crinkles in thought, arms folding tightly across her chest (SMG tucked in against her arm, giving him a small amount of breathing room). She's part of Los Muertos, but her eyes have always been trained on the bigger picture; the offer of more information, no matter how bizarre, isn't one she intends to pass up.]
Show me.